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Sunday, April 3, 2011




I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive I believe that life is a prize But to live doesn't mean you're alive I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes Clap for the heavy weight champ, me But I couldn't do it all alone Shout out to my haters, Sorry that you couldn't phase me Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated Best believe that what we done this moment Will be syndicated, I don't know This night just remind me of Everything they deprived me of Put your drinks up It's a celebration every time we link up We done did everything they could think of Greatness is what we on the brink of I wish that I could have this moment For life

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